41. A book written by an author with the same initials as you

  
I’m really surprised that I didn’t read this book as a child. It just never crossed my radar. I feel that if I had discovered them as a kid I would have devoured them, and all the better because there are just so many Anne novels to read. I would have then been able to read the rest of Montgomery’s novels, and then probably had a whole year of reading sorted for myself.

More likely though, I would have hated Anne and her dream incessant wondered when something interesting might happen.

Reading her as an adult I find myself to be very like Marilla. Her childish feveour for nature and romantic imagination really grew on me. I found Anne to be quite a charming character, and though so little really happens in the novel I found I cared for her vey much and really want to know what happens next to her.

What I didn’t know until I read this book is that Anne is actually Canadian. I always thought it was an American novel and that is partly why I had never read it. I’d read Little Women and didn’t feel the need to learn about more American girls. Too much of what I read, and what is promoted, is American, I try to avoid it where possible, sticking to British stuff instead (don’t get me started on Australian classics for children, I couldn’t care less for the bush). It’s a whole new country for me to explore.

If I didn’t have so many other books to get through for the read harder challenge, the rest of Anne’s would be next.
Coming up on my next blog: More reviews likely.

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My, oh my, Melbourne 

This week I find myself in Melbourne.

This is the third time I’ve been across the border. And I’ve got to say it’s been pretty fun so far.

I’m staying at The Treasury on Collins, which is actually on the corner of Collins and Queen. It’s a pretty handy spot. Walking distance to just about everything. One of the things I love about staying anywhere other than Sydney are the hotel prices. You actually get value for money. And you can stay more than one night without having to sell a kidney on the black market.

I arrived with my family yesterday around lunch time and we were very lucky that our room was ready. That meant we could unload and change nappies before really starting our holiday.

We’ve got a lot packed in to our short stay. Yesterday we went to the Hermitage exhibition at the National Gallery of Victoria. It was just beautiful and amazing. I felt like I was in Versailles. Though in reality it was he Russian take on Versailles. I think Catherine the Great is my kind of girl. We have the same taste in art and jewellery and tea sets. If only I had a royal budget too. My favourite part was the recreation of the palace corridors. It truly did feel as though you were walking those halls.

We also visited ACMI for the David Bowie exhibition which I enjoyed more than I thought I would. Headsets are actually part of the exhibition instead of an optional extra. They make it like you’re in your own private concert. As you wander through the soundtrack changes. It’s just amazing.

Today is shopping probably, then tomorrow the zoo. Then home again.
Coming up on my next blog: Gastronomy.

Staring down fifty

Books 2015
1. How to traumatise your children.

2. Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton.

3. Thinking about it only makes it worse… by David Mitchell.

4. Sleeping Like A Baby by Pinky McKay

5. An Unsuitable Job for a Woman by P.D. James

6. Empire State by Jason Shiga

7. Masters of doom

8. Harry potter

9. FitzOsbournes 

10. This House of Grief by Helen Garner

11. Baby Dracula

12. Baby Jabberwocky

13. Slinky Malinky

14. Baby Days by Alison Lester

15. Faking It by Gabrielle Tozer

16. Stuffocation

17. Storm by Tim Minchin

18. King Lear by Shakespeare

19. Raging Heat by Richard Castle

20. The Old Nurse’s Story by Elizabeth Gaskell

21. The Life of a Stupid Man by Ryunosuke Akutagawa

22. The Yellow Wall-Paper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

23. How we weep and laugh at the same thing by Michel de Montaigne

24. Veronica Mars: Mr Kiss and Tell by Rob Thomas

25. I don’t like koala by 

26. The Greatest Gatsby by Tohby Riddle

27. Trust Me, I’m Lying by Mary Elizabeth Summer

28. Pandora Jones: Reckoning by Barry Jonsberg

29. The Heir by Keira Cass

30. Anxiety as an Ally

31. The Heir by Keira Cass

32. The Guest Cat

31. Unwanted by Amanda Holohan

32. Saga Volume One

33. Saga Volume Two

34. The life changing art of tidying by Marie Kondo

35. Y: The Last Man Volume One

36. Winter girls by Laurie Halse Anderson

37. The Rest of Us Just Live Here by Patrick Ness

38. Saga Volume Three

39. Saga Volume Four

40. Anne of Green Gables by L M Montgomery

41. The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro
Coming up on my next blog: Another recipe or review. Probably.

33. A book about friendship

This is more a book about anti-friendship. Two girls compete with each other in a deadly game of skinny or die.

I really like Laurie Halse Anderson’s writing, but Wintergirls really didn’t really capture me. 

The novel follows Lia as she deals with anorexia. She is haunted by her friend Cassie and fights with her parents and herself. Anderson does well to capture the mental process of a person battling this kind of disease, and writing about mental illness seems to be her specialty. I just found it more interesting when she was writing from the perspective of those around a suffering person as in The Impossible Knife of Memory rather than that of the suffering person herself as in this novel.

I just didn’t really care all that much about Lia. She seemed selfish and bratty and I could never really understand why she was doing what she was doing.

The stronger bond of friendship comes between Lia dn her step sister, Emma. This was worth reading about and I was much more interested in their relationship than the one between Lia and Cassie.

It’s probably best to read Anderson’s works in the order they were published. I probably would have liked this better had I not already read The Impossible Knife of Memory.
Coming up on my next blog: Book to film adaptations.

Friend face

So I have deleted Facebook again.

Not your half arsed ‘deactivate’ which really means you’ll be back on Facebook within the week, but the full on ‘delete’ where you have to email them to get rid of your account.

And I feel really good about it.

I only rejoined Facebook to keep in contact with a mother’s group I went to a couple of times (yes, I did go to one despite my deeply held aversion to them). 

But then I got sucked into its horrific vortex.

That’s the thing about Facebook, you can’t help but check it very few hours, even though you know there won’t be anything new or interesting on there. No one really seems to use it any more. More and more it is being taken over by businesses as a way of promoting themselves. I say 

Get a proper website.

Or start a blog. I’m much more interested in reading blogs than Facebook.
Coming up on my next blog: Still no pictures.